Fish and chips and vinegar
Vinegar, vinegar
Fish and chips and vinegar
Pepper, pepper, pepper, salt.
Don’t throw your junk in my backyard
My backyard, my backyard
Don’t throw your junk in my backyard
My backyard’s full.
Where’s my Angel fallen?
Down at river bottom.
And will she get away?
Where’s my Black foot blossom?
Is she just playing possum?
To live another day.
Catfish Kate.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Sing with me, I’ll sing with you, and
So we will sing together
So we will sing together
So we will sing together
Sing with me, I’ll sing with you and so we will sing together
As we march along.
We are marching to Pretoria, Pretoria, Pretoria
We are marching to Pretoria, Pretoria, Hoorah!
Altogether now…
Oh!
Ying tong, ying tong, ying tong, ying tong, ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong, ying tong, ying tong iddle I po, iddle I po
She had long black curly hair all down her back.
I just wished it was on her head.
–Champion Jack Dupree.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I’m living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be — John Denver
Three coins in a fountain,
Each one seeking happiness,
Thrown by three hopeful lovers…
No?
Variant -
Don’t put your muck in my dustpan,
My dustpan, my dustpan.
Don’t put your muck in my dustpan,
My dustpan’s full.
With a third round:
One bottle pop, two bottle pop,
Three bottle pop, four bottle pop,
Five bottle pop, six bottle pop,
Seven, seven bottle pop.
Moved the Thread Games, and tagged for music.
I learned this:
With this:
Is “I’ve Been Workin’ On The Railroad” considered politically incorrect these days?
99 bottles of beer on the wall…
Etc. etc.
There is a song, a song I know, my mother sang to me…
She sang it when she tucked me in, when I was 93…
There ain’t no place like a hole in the ground
A hole in the ground, a hole in the ground
There ain’t no place like a hole in the ground
With a big, fat goon a-floatin’ around.
(Well, just how lascivious is Dinah these days?)
They say that in the army
The coffee’s mighty fine
It looks like muddy water
And it tastes like turpentine
From when I was in basic training. There were other verses as well.
They took away my boyfriend and they made me sleep alone
They took away my boyfriend and they made me sleep alone
They took away my boyfriend and they made me sleep alone
When they tried to make a WAC out of me.
They took away my beer can and they gave me a canteen…
They took away freedom and they made me wear a bra…
My grandpa had a slightly different version. This is part of what’s available online.
I live over the wiaduct, down by the winegar woiks.
It’s easy to find me; the street’s full of shacks;
I live in the one that is right on the tracks.
Ev’ry night we go dancing down at O’Reilly’s or Boiks.
We chains all the childrens to fences and logs
We do it to keep ‘em from bitin’ the dogs.
Say, I live over the wiaduct, down by the winegar woiks.
My grandfather’s clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
(I still have a Fisher Price toy I was given 60-odd years ago; it plays the chorus of that song, while tick-tocking merrily away. It’s made of WOOD 
and except for a few rubbed off spots, it’s in excellent condition.)